Fingers and Toes

You’re on my list, baby
And the memory drives me crazy
Too bad it’s too good for you now
Could do with a bit of you now
Yeah, might try to work it over again
See if I can get you in tune
Surely you still feel it too?
Well, sorry for bothering you!

Mirror Mirror

I met a girl
who, like me
in her early teens
was lost for love
and filled herself up
with forgotten names
as hovering, breathless faces
left her empty.

I met a girl
who claimed to be
the huntress
skillfully tracking
fair game
through clever words
and skillful fingers
now sticky with regret.

I met a girl
like a whisp of smoke
easy in the breeze
the evidence long-settled
like yellowing
soul stains
as her secret sadness
campaigned without purpose.

I met a girl
who hid it well
with rich laughter
and hardening lines
time framed eyes
who finds comfort
to recall
it hurt… but she loved it all.


Surely this isn’t me
the girl who owned
the night before her
and stood alone
completely unrestrained
by insecurity.

Surely this isn’t me
the girl who laughed
in delight
knowing only
the smallest fear
of the empty air
in between.

Surely this isn’t me
the girl-like warrior
with feet bare
and a loose brick
hurtling through the air
at tail and teeth.

Surely this isn’t me
the girl inprisoned
by barrier
a vice-grip
of social normality.

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